Jaxon looked up at the sky, where a flock of birds was startled into chaotic flight, and said in surprise:

"What’s that sound? Could something have happened to them?"

Walter patted Anthony’s back, telling him to jump onto a higher rock to make it easier for him to observe the situation.

Seeing Walter order him around so casually, Anthony felt his fangs itch a little. This little brat, having sat on his back all this time, was starting to treat him as a dedicated mount.

Although he grumbled, Anthony still agilely carried Walter and jumped onto a towering rock, making Walter’s Papa almost faint at the sight. Even though he knew these past few days that his child had extraordinary abilities, seeing him run after a beastman and perform such dangerous actions still made Ronin turn pale with fright.

Walter didn’t know his Papa was scared to death; he squinted towards the source of the sound. At this distance, he could only see a few tiny dots in the middle of the valley. Walter said in surprise:

"Brother Anthony, the Crimson tribe has moved to live in the valley. What should we do?"

They had originally intended to bring everyone to this valley to live, but now it had become someone else’s. Arriving now was truly not very appropriate. Anthony carried Walter back down and reported this matter to Jaxon.

Jaxon turned his head to look at the tribesmen who had abandoned the tribe to follow him. Despite having enough food and rest, they inevitably looked a bit haggard. They were also very tired and could not continue to wander. He thought for a moment, then called Quinlan over and said:

"Your speed is fast, and you have also stayed at Crimson for a few days. Now fly over there, find Kaelen and Sane, tell them about our situation, and have Sane ask the people of the Crimson tribe if they can let us take shelter near their tribe."

Quinlan agreed, then transformed into his beast form and flew away. The distance where Walter could only see tiny dots was roughly six kilometers as the crow flies; it only took Quinlan about twenty minutes to arrive. At a safe distance from the Crimson tribe, he flapped his wings to hover in place, singing out to signal the bird clan’s goodwill.

The eagle clan beastman Andre, who was on guard duty, called back in response. Recognizing an acquaintance, Quinlan hurriedly flew towards Andre. As soon as he landed, he transformed into his human form and stepped forward to lightly punch Andre’s shoulder in greeting.

"Buddy, long time no see." Andre replied, asking: "Are you here to visit Kaelen and Sane?"

Quinlan smiled and said: "I have something to discuss with them, can you lead me to them?"

"Sure, they are at the Lord Priest’s place, come with me. Chapman, help me stand guard for a while."

"Yeah, go ahead."

Quinlan was led by Andre to Kaelen and Sane. The Crimson tribesmen, including Collins, very tactfully found an excuse to step outside, leaving them some private space. Quinlan didn’t even have time to catch up, simply using the most concise expression to recount the situation of Chief Jaxon’s group to the two of them. Hearing that Nyx and his two best friends were still unconscious, Kaelen was extremely worried, unable to sit or stand still.

Sane held his hand, patting it gently to comfort him, and said: "Don’t worry, I will go find Priest Collins now and explain the situation to him clearly. You stay here and talk in detail with Quinlan."

Kaelen nodded, suppressing his worry. He took a handful of fragrant roasted millet from his animal hide pouch, placed it on a plate, and gave it to Quinlan. Quinlan was a bird after all, and extremely loved the fragrance of these yellow grains. He did not stand on ceremony, turning into his beast form, jumping onto the table to enjoy them, slowly telling Kaelen the things he had heard from the tribesmen during this period while eating.

On the other side, Sane had gone to find Collins, clearly recounted the situation of Chief Jaxon’s group, and asked for his opinion on allowing over a hundred tribesmen of the Obsidian tribe to temporarily stay in a corner of the valley. Knowing very well that the situation of the Obsidian tribe definitely couldn’t be hidden, Sane told Collins the whole truth.

Collins was extremely astonished, but then thinking about the plight of the Crimson tribe and the tragic deaths of thousands of their tribesmen, he suddenly sympathized with Jaxon. Benevolence had invited disaster; Jaxon must have regretted it until his bowels turned green.

Collins pondered for a moment, then said to Sane: "Logically, this is your internal affair, and I shouldn’t speak out. But since it involves the Cipher tribe that once attacked our tribe, I need to inform the tribesmen. If you agree, I will go ask for their opinions right now."

Sane shook his head, indicating he had no objections. He understood Jaxon, the First Elder, and the Fifth Elder very well. They only cared about whether the tribesmen had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear; face and prestige were not important to them. Not to mention the Fourth Elder; in his eyes, the tribe’s children were the most important.

Collins nodded and told Barton to gather the tribesmen once again. Since it was almost dinnertime, most of the people in the tribe were near the central area. Barton let out a roar, and they dropped all the work in their hands to gather in one place, waiting to hear the instructions. Collins, leaning on his scepter, stood on the high platform in the middle and detailed the reason for the gathering.

The people of the Crimson tribe were initially stunned, then began to discuss in low voices. An open-minded Sub-Beast shouted loudly:

"What’s with ’temporarily staying’? Just move in directly. Our tribe is lacking people anyway."

"That’s right, I heard they have many cubs, we can’t let the children suffer from hunger and cold."

An elderly beastman below took a step forward, bowing to the Priest. Collins nodded, allowing him to speak. The old beastman turned around, raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, then spoke:

"In my opinion, we should directly accept them into the tribe. However, they must give up their titles from their old tribe and wholeheartedly pledge loyalty to Crimson. Sane, I know your Chief is very strong, and furthermore, your tribe highly values its leader. Can you guarantee that he will willingly relinquish his power?"

This time, Sane did not dare to nod recklessly. After all, the interior of Obsidian had always heavily emphasized the division of power. He could guarantee that Jaxon would give up his current position as easily as eating porridge, but he couldn’t be so sure about the other two elders. Moreover, the warrior beastmen of the Obsidian tribe were accustomed to obeying the high council. If they came to the Crimson tribe and didn’t listen to others, only obeying their Chief, Priest, and elders, it would be very difficult for the people of the Crimson tribe to accept them.

At this time, Quinlan immediately flew over, landed on Sane’s shoulder, and said: "Let me do it, I will go back and ask them first, then return. I fly very fast!"

Collins nodded, waving his hand to tell Quinlan to go quickly. Quinlan spread his wings, soared into the sky, and quickly disappeared behind the treetops.

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"Did they really say that?" Jaxon asked again. Quinlan nodded firmly.

Jaxon turned around and said to everyone: "You all heard what Quinlan said, what does everyone think?"

The Fourth Elder said: "They even worry about our tribe’s children; I think they are reliable."

The Fifth Elder: "Wherever you go, I go. What the hell do positions and power matter? Anyway, there aren’t many members of our Snake clan left, and I’ve brought them all here."

The First Elder: "Oh, this is just perfect. I’ve wanted to retire for a long time now. This old bag of bones of mine is about to snap. If you’re going to decide, decide quickly. It’s getting dark, and I want to find a place to lie down."

The group of warrior beastmen all turned to look at Zale, who was diligently wiping his mate’s hands. Zale rolled his eyes and said: "What are you looking at me for? I didn’t want to be this captain anymore anyway, so everyone can just do whatever they want."

They turned back to look at Jaxon. Jaxon waved his hand: "Oh, don’t look at me either. Right now, I just want to stay home and play with my grandchild."

The whole group of tribesmen looked at their Chief, their facial expressions showing utter speechlessness. At this time, Quinlan hopped back onto Jaxon’s shoulder and asked:

"Has everyone decided? Join or not join?"

"Join!" Over a hundred people shouted in unison. Jaxon found it funny; he had never seen them so united as they were now. Perhaps the secret struggles of the high council within the tribe had also exhausted them, so when there was no longer a high council weighing down on their heads, they could finally breathe such a sigh of relief.

"Good, I’m going right now!"

Quinlan spread his yellow wings again, disappearing into mid-air with a swish.